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PostPosted: Sun Oct 25, 2015 12:59 pm
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Gotta Call Pops!
October 2??, 2015

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Her phone sat on the coffee table, the blinking notification light a mute reminder of her guilt. It had been several weeks since she had turned in the soul bottle and essence back to the lab, and even longer since she knew about the raevan she'd be taking care of. But despite the amount of time that had passed, there was one thing that she still had to do.

Tell her dad.

She wasn't sure why she was putting it off so long, she was positive that he wouldn't be upset about it, confused, sure, but he'd be happy to know that she was off starting her own family, unconventional or no. But as time passed without her saying anything about it to him, the harder it was to talk herself into telling him.

And so she found herself sitting on the couch, chewing absently on her thumbnail as she stared at the phone, her thoughts a whirlwind as she watched the steady blink blink blink of the tiny green light. She should tell him in person, this is news too big to tell him over the phone. No, but she should tell him as soon as possible, she's been putting this off for too long. But how could she adequately explain it over the phone? But she had been putting it off for too long.

With an aggravated sigh she flopped back on the couch, grabbing one of the pillows and covering her face with it as she groaned. She lay like that for a few moments, but the guilt seemed to be getting to her even though the phone was out of sight, as a moment later her heels drummed against the cushions of the couch and one arm reached out blindly to grab the phone. Before she lost her nerve she dialed her father's number, and drawing it under the pillow as she hoped that he wouldn't pick up.

"Well, here I thought you dropped off the face of the earth! What's been keeping you so busy, huh?"

She suppressed a groan when she heard his rather cheerful tone of voice, rolling back and forth on the couch as she tried to think of something to say.

"Oh, you know. Work and life. There's um. Actually something big that happened..."
 
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An Exercise in the Bizarre
November 18th, 2015

Nell's life has certainly gotten more interesting, at home and at work

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how many necromancers does it take to run a mile?  

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PostPosted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 6:15 pm
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The Right Fit
November 20th, 2015

A surprising new client at work! How many people from the Lab are going to show up at her work, anyway?

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nell gets a new possible workout buddy  
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What Goes in a Bedroom?
November 21st, 2015

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The loft had finally been cleaned out, and the rest of the apartment reorganized to fit the things that had been stored up there that she hadn't yet unpacked. It took her a solid afternoon to scrub it all down, and after that she was at a bit of a loss. It was a relatively large space that ran almost the entire length of the apartment, though part of it was walled off into a crawlspace and the sloping ceiling made a good portion of it too small to do much in. It was also completely open to the rest of the apartment and faced the large windows on the opposite wall, so privacy would be a bit of an issue as well.

Curtains could always be hung in place of a door, and the fact that one had to climb a set of stairs that was practically a ladder would keep anyone from casually wandering in, so that was a relatively easy problem to solve. She would have to figure out what kind of curtains to get, though, as she didn't want them to have to live completely open for however long it took for them to pick some out themselves and get it installed.She didn't have to worry about painting or carpeting, either, the walls had been freshly painted before she moved in and the floors up there were a surprisingly nice hardwood, she could, perhaps, buy a small area rug, but that could wait a bit.

What really was a pressing issue was furniture. A bed, that was a definite thing to add onto the 'need' list, probably a low one considering the height of the ceiling. Some shelves would be nice as well. Would they need a dresser? Would she need to buy them clothes before they got there? She would imagine they needed to change and do laundry at some point, but would it be better to have them buy things they prefer or have a few things waiting for them already?

And what about everything else aside from furniture? True, there wasn't too much wall space that was available, but it seemed kind of sad to leave it blank. But not knowing anything about them made it hard to make any decoration choices as well. Should she go pick things out based on the soul and essence and hope it's to their taste? Or just leave it be and let them decorate it themselves? This definitely was not a problem most prospective parents or guardians had to deal with, as she was sure that most babies and small children didn't have much preference as to decoration

The only thing she had that she was (almost) sure she was going to put in the room were the branches from the oak tree she had scavenged, bare of any leaves and slightly charred in some areas from the lightning strike. It seemed right to her when she picked them up that they should go in their room, though with the amount of choices in front of her to make she was suddenly a bit unsure about that now.

Well, it was something at least. And if she got a neutral set of furniture (unpainted wood seemed to be an obvious choice), that would let them customize everything else without being stuck with a color they might not like.

Now the only problem was how to get it up into the loft without killing herself or dropping it.
 

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PostPosted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 6:21 pm
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Something Flowery
November 24th, 2015

On the way to buy things to furnish the empty bedroom, Nell runs into another guardian.

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It was nice meeting someone in the same boat as me! Hopefully we both figure things out before our raevans show up!  
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A Raevan By Any Other Name...
December 10, 2015

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Aside from the room issue, which by now had mostly been solved, and the 'telling dad' problem, which went better than expected, there was still one major problem that Nell was having trouble dealing with.

A name.

That, more than anything, was causing her to panic. Sure, she was able to take care of people, she had watched her various cousins of all ages often enough to feel confident enough in her ability to keep her raevan alive and well. There was also the fact that she had met quite a few guardians of other raevans she knew she could turn to in case something did happen, with a longer list of those that she didn't know yet, but could call upon for help if necessary. All of that was fine and well, it was just finding a name for them that was catching her up.

Several ideas had come to her and been quickly tossed away over the weeks, each one bringing a new wave of panic as she realized that she might get a call from the lab to come pick up her raevan without a name picked out. Sure, she could go with one of the family names, but that didn't seem to fit quite right in her mind. She had spent countless hours poring through name sites only to have a few halfheartedly written down just for the sake of having something. That wasn't the way she should be doing it, she knew, there were just too many choices and no direction to go in without knowing anything about them save for what they were made of.

She idly thought back to her comment to Ian about closing her eyes and pointing to a name, and after a few hours of scrolling through various sites that idea started to become more and more appealing. But no, she would do this right, she didn't go through everything thus far only to slack off at the right moment.

But still, nothing.

And days later, nothing.

After what seemed to be much longer than it probably was, the mere sight of the websites she was looking through gave her a feeling of dread, and it felt as if this poor raevan was going to have to find their own damn name at this point.

She thought she might be going about this the wrong way. Names, at least in her family, were generally things that were passed down in one form or another through the generations and often were accompanied by a handful of nicknames as well. That, she figured, wasn't quite fair to them, having to start a new life with an old name, and one that people wouldn't end up using much anyway. But it did give her something of an idea. A new name taken from the past wasn't such a bad idea, necessarily, and it at least gave her somewhere to start looking instead of blindly searching around in the hope of finding a good one.

And, after a moment of thought, she neatly cut her sphere of influence for a name in half, not wanting to necessarily encourage the side of them that came from the essence that had given her so much trouble. So. That left her with an oak tree. Not necessarily a bad thing, but she honestly knew nothing about them aside from the fact that they were trees. Well, at least she wouldn't be looking at baby name sites for a bit anymore.

While this bit of research was at least more interesting than what she had been doing before, it still wasn't the most exciting thing in the world. But hey, it wasn't like she had anything else to do. So on she kept looking, the minutes slowly ticking by as she began to learn more about oak trees than she ever wanted to know.

And her name list didn't grow any longer for it.

With a groan of frustration she collapsed back on the couch, dragging her hands down her face as she stared up at the ceiling. She had time to find a name, she didn't have to know right now, it wasn't a matter of life and death if she didn't find anything tonight, but it still felt as if she had been putting it off for too long, and to continue to do so would probably end up poorly in some way or another.

"Maybe if I just click on something a name will pop up and solve all of my problems," she said to herself, trowing one arm mostly across her eyes as she felt around for her laptop with the other, clicking on something once she had found the trackpad. It took her a few seconds to finally work up the nerve to move her arm so she could actually see what she had clicked on, but when she did she let out another groan.

She had just closed the tab instead. If that wasn't a sign, she didn't know what was, but a small spark of stubbornness had her open the tab again and scroll through the search pages, clicking on the first link that she hadn't looked at yet. It was a page that focused on the mystical aspects of the oak tree, something that she didn't necessarily believe in, but wasn't ready to dismiss it as fake just yet.

Unfortunately her faith in what the ancient Celts had to say about the oak tree would have to wait until later, as she only skimmed through the page before closing the laptop and replacing the arm over her eyes, sighing gustily as her mind swam with names and facts about trees with still no decision in sight.
 

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PostPosted: Tue Dec 08, 2015 6:24 pm
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Snow + Gold
December 31st, 2015

Nell attends the Lab's New Year's Eve party!

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is she gonna get a smooch?
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Empty Nest Stress
February 5, 2016

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Her apartment, which had once felt spacious and roomy in comparison to her previous few living situations, now felt as if it was shrinking with each passing day. Much of it, she was sure, was due to the ever present knowledge that she would soon be sharing it with a new, mysterious member of her family, and one that could show up at any day. The unspecified arrival date was almost like a hangnail that she kept worrying at, she knew she should stop thinking about it and she knew they would come when they would come and worrying wouldn't speed it up, but whenever her mind was unoccupied she would find her thoughts drifting towards her future raevan.

The other part of it was due to the nature of said raevan. To say that the essence they would be born from was unsettling would be underestimating it greatly, and she couldn't help but worry that they would have inherited much of the stone's worrying powers. Again she found herself trying to put her mind at ease. After all, surely a sentient being would be much easier to deal with than a rock that couldn't interact directly with its surroundings and could control their abilities better as well, right? Those thoughts almost became a mantra that she constantly repeated to herself as the days slowly dragged by, her anticipation making it seem as if it had been years rather than months since she had returned the essence and soul back to the lab.

She made an effort to remain positive, though it tended to become rather strained as time went on, her worries becoming easier to see when she wasn't making a conscious effort to put it in the back of her mind. Rather than having any effect on her excitement, it manifested in other ways that pertained to the raevan, usually in regards to the apartment itself. Though she had bought as much furniture and decoration as she felt comfortable getting before getting to know them for their room, that didn't keep her from constantly rearranging it, trying to find better ways of putting the same few pieces of furniture in the same small space.

Her nervous energy began to spread through the rest of the place, leading to countless unnecessary bouts of cleaning and organizing (though at least her place was about as spotless as it was ever going to get now). The small collection of crystals and stones that she usually kept clustered in a corner were also being freely relocated through the apartment, being placed in areas where they were supposedly able to help protect from negative energy and evil thoughts. Chunks of amethyst were placed on the table where she usually kept her keys and various bits of pocket detritus, small bits of quartz lined the windowsills in her bedroom, polished spheres of obsidian were set right outside the door to the porch and she had taken to wearing a small tiger's eye pendant most of the time as well. She even found herself swinging by a local new age shot to pick up a few more crystals to fill some spaces that she thought needed a few more.

The possible implications of having so many protective charms around the house didn't seem to even pop into her mind until it was all said and done, and by that point she had put enough energy into it and gotten enough peace of mind from them that she was willing to leave everything where it was for the time being. Hopefully they wouldn't find such things insulting, or at least appreciate the abundance of pretty rocks scattered through the apartment enough to not bring it up if they were to show up before she got around to shuffling things around again.
 

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PostPosted: Sat Feb 06, 2016 1:41 pm
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Making a Housecall
February 6th, 2016

Yet more questions for Zeke, and meeting the lovely Anya!

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tba  
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ORP - Spring Viewing
March 25, 2016

An event meant to usher in the spring quickly takes a turn for the worse.

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Are all of the Lab events going to be this exciting?  

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PostPosted: Sun May 08, 2016 10:55 am
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MRP - chasin those essences
March 25, 2016

An adventure with some new and some familiar faces to seek the lost essences.

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tba  
PostPosted: Sun May 08, 2016 10:56 am
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Doubt Comes In
May 8, 2016

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Ever since that day at the lab with the stolen essences, Nell found that a small spot of worry had begun to grow in her. It was a small thing, easily ignorable and brushed aside at first as excitement and anticipation. Her daily routine kept her busy enough that she didn't have much of a chance to look at it too closely, and so it went mostly unnoticed for weeks, slowly taking root and festering until it was too late to n** it in the bud.

It showed itself in small ways at first, a faint twinge of anxiety as she glanced up at the currently empty loft, ready and waiting for its new inhabitant, a feeling of dread as she ran through the park that held the remains of the tree that had given up its soul months earlier. Worry kept her from sleeping, and when she did manage to sleep it was restless, plagued by the dreams that had haunted her when she had first received her essence. Her mornings, as a result, had become listless, and her usually bulletproof energy and enthusiasm began to waver, her smiles and encouragements becoming strained and stiff.

Worry gnawed at her stomach, and keeping food down became something of a chore after a while. But even then she kept trying to soldier on, waving off any concerns with a (somewhat strained) laugh and a dismissive wave of her hand. She had thought about calling her father and trying to explain it to him, but he had sounded so excited when she had told him the news that she didn't have the heart to tell him that she was beginning to have doubts about the whole thing.

The raevan itself wasn't what she was necessarily concerned about, being able to start her own family, no matter how unconventional, was something she had always wanted, but the search for those lost essences dragged up all of the concerns she originally had about her own. As an inanimate object it had given her enough problems of its own, how would those powers manifest when they were controlled by a fully sentient and independent being? Was she going to be tormented by half-seen apparitions and apocalyptic dreams until they were grown enough to live on their own?

These doubts continued to circle through her mind as the days and weeks slowly ticked by, and it wasn't until she had begun to fill out her work schedule for the month that she realized exactly how much time had passed. May already? While she always looked forward to the coming of summer, even the thought of warmer weather could perk up her spirits, and May always held the looming specter of a bittersweet holiday in it. The end of her pen tapped absently on today's square on the calendar, but after a moment of thinking she sighed irritably and pushed herself away from the desk, grabbing her stuff and heading out of the now-empty gym. There wasn't much of a point of staying much longer, she wouldn't get anything done anyway.

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Her run didn't clear her head at all like she had hoped, and by the time she had gotten home the weight of worry and fear in her stomach seemed to grow even heavier, causing her feet to drag up the stairs to her apartment and making her drop everything by the door rather than put it up neatly as she usually did. And rather than heading to the shower or to bed, she instead crossed the living room to a small table that was tucked in the corner which was heavily laden with small knick-knacks.

She collapsed heavily to the floor a few feet away and scooted over until she was sitting in front of the table, carefully rearranging a few of the stones on the top to clear out a space in front of the picture frame that had been placed in the middle. A small candle was placed in front of it and lit (after fumbling around for a bit to find the lighter that usually was next to it), filling the space with the scent of jasmine. She sat for a moment, watching the flickering of the candle flame for a moment before she leaned over to grab a pillow from the couch, hugging it tightly as she drew her knees up to her chest.

The need to get this weight of her chest finally outweighed her stubbornness, but it was well after midnight and though she had made many wonderful friends in Gaia thus far, she wouldn't feel comfortable imposing on them at this late of an hour, especially about something she still wasn't sure she could articulate. So her father was out, she didn't want to have to explain the lab and raevans to someone before getting to the root of the problem, so that left out most of the rest of her family, her friends were out as well, so that really only left her with one choice.

"Hi mama," she said quietly, her voice seeming small and thin in the silence of the night. "I know it's been a while since I've talked to you, things have been pretty crazy around here lately." A hand reached out slowly, her thumb gently rubbing a speck of dust off the glass of the frame, her fingers slowly trailing over the faces of her mother and father that were smiling out at her.

"How did you know you could do it? Have me, I mean," She shifted around slightly, squeezing the pillow even tighter. "You had dad to help you, but still. How did you know? I just..." Her voice trailed off with a sigh, that was followed by a quiet sniffle. her breath caught in her throat, causing her words to skip and stutter, the heels of her hands roughly rubbing at her cheeks and eyes to try and stop the tears that had already started to fall.

"I wish you were here mama, I don't know what to do." Her figure curled around the pillow, shoulders shaking slightly as she rocked back and forth. The high ceilings and open floor plan of the apartment, which usually made the place feel free and airy, instead seemed to close in on her, the shadows in the corners reaching out to her, only just held back by the tiny flickering light of the candle.
 

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PostPosted: Thu Sep 08, 2016 6:23 pm
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Restless Changes


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As of late she had found herself to be uncharacteristically restless.

She had picked up a few new clients to fill up some of her free time for now, and had started to take longer runs in the mornings and evenings in an attempt to at least burn off some of her excess energy. Sometimes it worked, and she collapsed into bed and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, and she woke up feeling, if not refreshed, at least well rested.

Sometimes, though, she spent the night tossing and turning, her sleep filled with troubling dreams she could never quite remember. And on nights like those she dragged herself out into the living room to stare out the window, hoping that the sight of the ocean would calm her mind any.

It rarely did.

But she continued to soldier on, forcing a smile onto her face until it became more natural, the pep in her voice something that grated on her nerves until she got settled into the day's routine. And on and on her days dragged, and on and on she berated herself for once again trying to shoulder too big of a burden, but who could she go talk to? This was a bit too much to dump on people that she was still getting to know, and she didn't want to worry her father, for he'd simply tell her to come home if it was too much (which was definitely not an option at this point). And what would she even say, anyways? Hey, I feel like I want to run around in circles all day while screaming? That'd just make her sound like a crazy person, which, again, not the best thing for any budding friendships.

It all came to a head on one day, one fateful day that she had had dutifully marked in her calendar for months, the day that came around every few months that she usually, if not looked forward to, was at least glad it was there.

Hair day.

A day that usually gave her a new outlook on things, a renewed burst of enthusiasm for life, because who wouldn't with great looking hair? But today that little note written in that day's little box simply filled her with a sense of dread. Knowing that she would be stuck for hours upon hours in a chair, sitting, waiting, doing nothing made her want to scream and pull her hair out.

Which, after all, was the exact opposite of what she was supposed to have done.

For the first time in what seemed like weeks she was still. Indecision warred within her, and words ranging from her own motivational talks with her clients (it's your life!!! do with it what you want!!!) to the voice from her many aunts (how you ever gonna catch a man lookin' as ratty as you do???) echoed in her mind, each one growing louder and louder as if to drown out all the rest until it felt like her head was full of static.

Her breath seemed to catch in her chest as she tried to breathe deeply to calm herself, her hands curled into fists at her side, resisting any attempts to relax them, and her feet, her treacherous feet, took a step back from her calendar. That one step seemed to have been the pebble that started an avalanche, for her steps only quickened as she walked over to the kitchen, her hands rummaging through the doors until she found where she had stored the scissors. And-

Snip.

"Right," she said to herself almost breathlessly as she looked down at the fistful of braids that were now definitely not attached to her head. "That's....right. Ok. Um."

If nothing else, this seemed to break her restless spell for a bit, as she simply kept turning one direction and the the other, holding her hair out in front of her as if offering it to someone and whispering "ok, ok, ok" to herself under her breath.

Some time later she got it sorted all out, had called her hair stylist to cancel her appointment, and with a scarf wrapped firmly around her head went out to buy a hair trimmer.
 
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